Nadia says in Sloane's mind. He doesn't leave; it's fairly obvious that Scott Summers needs to talk to someone who isn't a family member or an old friend, and as he observed earlier, the rest of the staff here are all involved with each other since ages.
(At this point, Dr. Judy Barnett would make a terse observation along the lines of pots and kettles, and point out that there was a reason Jack Bristow sent a psychiatrist to his old friend Arvin, and it wasn't so Sloane could have sex with her. But Dr. Barnett isn't here.)
"My daughter Nadia grew up in an orphanage as well," Sloane says, telling himself it is only to allow Scott to talk further. "I did not know she existed until well into her adulthood. When we finally found each other, I - I managed to fail her in a fairly unforgivable way, and she told me that if she had known who I was, she'd have tried everything to get adopted." There is an odd sense of pride along with the regret when he says this; Nadia striking out verbally when she was helpless to do so otherwise, and trying her best to trick him had been when he truly believed, emotionally as well as rationally, that she was his and Irina's daughter. "And yet she chose to join me later, and saved my life in doing so. I don't think we ever deserve our children, Scott, not in the sense of being worthy of them, but -"
He remembers the birthday, Nadia's last birthday, the celebration at his house at Sydney's suggestion, the toast he gave.
" - The Chinese have a saying: "One joy scatters a thousand griefs." We only had a brief time together, and yet she brought such joy in my life. Obviously, I did not know your father, and I do not know your children. But I can't imagine that you did not share moments of joy with either of them, as well as grief. And both joy and grief make them a part of you, and you a part of them."
She'll make us proud, Elena said, so sure he was on her side. Elena had been the one who actually had raised Nadia in that orphanage, as much as anyone had, and yet Elena had not hesitated to turn her into a zombie. Looking at Elena had carried something of the horror of looking at one's own reflection; he knew too well he had come close, so close, to the same sin when injecting Nadia with the Rambaldi fluid until it was either her life or the revelation. Sloane watches Scott, and wonders who raised him, in the orphanage or later. Who had been his Elena. Charles Xavier?
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Date: 2007-06-29 05:45 pm (UTC)Nadia says in Sloane's mind. He doesn't leave; it's fairly obvious that Scott Summers needs to talk to someone who isn't a family member or an old friend, and as he observed earlier, the rest of the staff here are all involved with each other since ages.
(At this point, Dr. Judy Barnett would make a terse observation along the lines of pots and kettles, and point out that there was a reason Jack Bristow sent a psychiatrist to his old friend Arvin, and it wasn't so Sloane could have sex with her. But Dr. Barnett isn't here.)
"My daughter Nadia grew up in an orphanage as well," Sloane says, telling himself it is only to allow Scott to talk further. "I did not know she existed until well into her adulthood. When we finally found each other, I - I managed to fail her in a fairly unforgivable way, and she told me that if she had known who I was, she'd have tried everything to get adopted." There is an odd sense of pride along with the regret when he says this; Nadia striking out verbally when she was helpless to do so otherwise, and trying her best to trick him had been when he truly believed, emotionally as well as rationally, that she was his and Irina's daughter. "And yet she chose to join me later, and saved my life in doing so. I don't think we ever deserve our children, Scott, not in the sense of being worthy of them, but -"
He remembers the birthday, Nadia's last birthday, the celebration at his house at Sydney's suggestion, the toast he gave.
" - The Chinese have a saying: "One joy scatters a thousand griefs." We only had a brief time together, and yet she brought such joy in my life. Obviously, I did not know your father, and I do not know your children. But I can't imagine that you did not share moments of joy with either of them, as well as grief. And both joy and grief make them a part of you, and you a part of them."
She'll make us proud, Elena said, so sure he was on her side. Elena had been the one who actually had raised Nadia in that orphanage, as much as anyone had, and yet Elena had not hesitated to turn her into a zombie. Looking at Elena had carried something of the horror of looking at one's own reflection; he knew too well he had come close, so close, to the same sin when injecting Nadia with the Rambaldi fluid until it was either her life or the revelation. Sloane watches Scott, and wonders who raised him, in the orphanage or later. Who had been his Elena. Charles Xavier?
"Are your children still alive?"